Monkeyshirt

Monkey and Sami were happy to see me upon my return from Providence. I brought them out of their room and changed into my Monkey shirt. Monkey crawls through the collar and hangs inside, on to the shirt and chews holes. Poor neurotic beast. But his feathers are soft and he is warm, unlike the hair shirts the pope has against his skin. This is a part of my collection of Monkeywear, which I wear exclusively for them.